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“And where the hell is my mug?” Tye exclaimed, sending a stack ofpapers flying off his desk. “Who do I have to fuck around here to get a cup ofcoffee?”

I was watching the papers flying around and scattering across thefloor when Shelly looked at me, wide-eyed.

“What crawled up his ass?” she whispered. “I have never seen himlike this.”

I shrugged, avoiding her eyes. “How the hell should I know?”

Naturally, Adam used the opportunity to raise hell.

“I’m guessing you haven’t gotten laid in a while, Viking. Yourpartner there looks sullen, too. A disappointing night for the SPD’s best andbrightest, eh?”

Tye paused by his desk, smiling sweetly. “Why do you always haveto be such a pissy cunt, Adam?”

Adam grinned. “Because you lot are making it so easy. So, whathappened? Who stepped on your toe? A beautiful, statuesque blonde? A sluttybrunette? A bratty boy toy looking for daddy?”

“Are you jealous?” Tye asked him, caressing his cheek. “Because tobe honest, you’re just not my type.”

I was out of my seat before he finished his sentence because Icouldn’t stand the sight of his hand on that scarred face.

“What is your type, then?” Adam said, glancing my way. “Because Ihave an inkling.”

“I like them tall, dark, pretty, and with a big dick,” Tyereplied. “Everything you’re not, my man.”

Adam burst into laughter. “You’re funny. I’ll give you that.”

“I’m more than funny,” Tye countered and whispered something inAdam’s ear that made him laugh even harder.

“Thorsen!” I exclaimed, stomping toward him.

Tye looked at me in surprise as I pulled him by the arm toward thekitchenette.

“What?” he said as I closed the door behind us with a slam. When Ilocked it, he grinned. “What’s on your mind, partner? Because I don’t put outon a first date, just so that you know.”

“Stop fucking around,” I bit out. “What did you say to Adam?”

Tye cocked his eyebrows. “First, why should I tell you? Second,are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes,” I hissed. “Because he was looking at me funny. Why was helooking at me funny?”

“How the hell should I know?”

“Then tell me what you said to him.”

He pretended to think about it. “Hmm, what did I say to him? Ithink it was something about how you can’t dance for shit… or something likethat.”

I rubbed my forehead in frustration. “You didn’t tell him that.”

“Or maybe I told him you’re a bad drunk, a worse liar, and theworst fucking friend,” Tye said, smiling sweetly. “How about that?”

“Just tell me the truth.”

The smile left his face.

“Maybe I told him you’re a fucking fantastic kisser.”

I brought my hand to my chest, rubbing the spot above my heart.

“Don’t ever say that again.”

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